I haven't read all the way, but I need to put these in before I forget!

When my sister and I were small, Mum used to take us to her sister's farm for holidays at least once a year. Partway there, we drove through steep, forested hills, and there was a sign that said WARNING: LOGGING TRUCKS. There was much giggling and discussion of the sneaky sneaky logging trucks that must be hiding up the hill to jump on small cars and squash them flat.

Some years ago, when a certain person was the American president, you could guarantee seeing someone taking a photo of a particular intersection in my stepfather's home town. The intersection? Clinton Street and Faithful Street.

During countless summer vacations, we would drive through mountains. And there was a drive near our zoo where they'd have the same sign, "Falling Rock".

As kids, sis and I always thought it was so polite that just one would fall at a time rather than a huge avalanche. We actually made jokes about the one black sheep rock of the family being kicked off the cliffside for being loose.

We recently tried a Chinese restaurant in the neighborhood. The menu was divided into 'Authentic' and 'Americanized'.

I would laugh too, but I also think it's a bit brilliant! I would love a place around here where my ILs can get their sweet and sour chicken, but I can also try something more authentic if I'm feeling adventurous.